Omg! It it possible? could it be? Yep, it's another chapter!
The boys get back from the hospital and get down to some much needed, good old fashion lovin'!
Sorry if it took me so long to finish, but this is my first full on, complete sex scence. Be gentle (pun intended)
Drake POV
"Josh, please, let's be reasonable," I said carefully, my hands held up at chest level, palms out.
The trip home hadn't been so bad. The roads were fairly empty because school had started hours ago and there was no more traffic from people heading to work. Mom and Dad were also at work. They left a note that ordered me to take care of Josh today. Not like I was gonna go to school anyway. I had also found a stack of papers on the doorstep from Eric. It was a copy of handwritten notes for Josh to keep, along with an apology on a post-it note for me.
After showing Josh the notes, I gave him his pain meds, like I was supposed to. We took separate showers (for once, at my insistence) and got the chance to wash off yesterday's funk. Then, when he had started to get drowsy, I tucked him in for a nap. In the meantime, I had been working on cleaning, drying, and de-wrinkling Josh's backpack and all its contents.
Now, I'm not sure why this is happening. I'm certain I gave Josh the right dosage, and the medicine didn't have any side effects that would explain this. But low and behold, here stands Josh, half naked in the living room, staring at me, with a strange look in his eyes.
"Come on, Drakie," Josh murmured, taking a confident step forward. "I'm being, completely reasonable." I stepped back and started in amazement. The cool logical tone in his voice was all Josh, but that dangerous gaze was totally predator. Totally un-Josh.
"No, you're not." I said firmly, although I didn't truly trust my words. "You're supposed to be in bed. Sleep is what you need. Now put some pants on and go upstairs." I bit my lip reluctantly. I could barely believe what I was saying. Here was Josh, clad in only his boxers, already half hard from the look of it, and piercing me with a sexy 'Come hither' gaze. I looked away; I knew my eyes would wander otherwise.
"Stop being so cold, Drake. Yesterday made me realize how precious every moment is. I want to spend my time with you, doing… something fun." Josh all but purred the last words, and snapped the elastic on his boxers enticingly. I held on to my restraint, though. I clenched my fists and turned away. I heard Josh huff.
"Fine. I guess I'll just have to do something fun on my own."
"Have a good time," I replied while waving my hand dismissively over my shoulder. I figured Josh was off to do some homework or build a model airplane or maybe even finish a science project. After all, that seemed to be Josh's definition of a fun time. I waited patiently to hear Josh's footsteps pad away up the stairs. That, however, wasn't the first sound to greet my ears.
"Mmmn! Drake," Josh moaned behind me. I whipped around and gaped at the sight before me. Josh stood his ground, clutching the edge of the table for support while he stroked himself, his boxers around his ankles. My breath hitched in my throat and a moan of my own escaped my lips.
"Josh," I cried, trying to keep my eyes above shoulder level, "What are you doing?!" Josh looked up at me with a sly grin and a calculating gaze.
"Having fun," he said between heavy breaths. "You're free to join in."
I stared greedily while trying to understand what was happening. Never had Josh been so daring. Did he even realize what he was doing? Here he was, right in the middle of the living room, masturbating, with the unlocked door only a few meters away! I felt my cock twitch. This sudden bold attitude of Josh's was a major turn on.
Besides, the look on Josh's face, that rosy cheeked, hazy eyed, glazed over look, was too much to deny. I felt my resolve crumble as I step towards him.
"You sure this isn't some side effect from the medicine, right?"
"Come on, Drake. They didn't give me Viagra," Josh said with a snort.
"You promise you'll tell me if you don't feel good, right." I continued to ask, trying to sound serious.
"That wont happen," Josh said firmly, a twinkle in his eyes, "but I guess that kind of depends on you."
"Just promise me," I tried to say confidently, but the way Josh was looking at me made my throat dry.
"Alright," Josh sighed impatiently, a devious grin stretching across his face. I smiled back and yanked off my shirt hurriedly. I started with the buckle of my jeans, but Josh's hand stopped me.
"Not yet. I'll take those off later myself," Josh growled, a predatorily look in his eyes. He brought my hand up to his mouth and sighed into my palm. He flicked his tongue around my middle finger and nipped it lightly. I felt a shiver ripple down my spine. His dark eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at me like I was his prey. I grinned excitedly at him.
'Looks like he was finally learning the art of seduction. After all, he has a real master living in the same room. It's about time he picked up some game of his own,' I thought proudly to myself.
"Right here?" I asked gesturing around me with my free hand.
"Yeah," Josh panted, the passion in his eyes making me melt. I nodded and finally closed the distance between us.
Our lips meshed, hot and needy as they moved together. It was a lot fiercer than normal. Josh fought for dominance like never before. We had barely gotten into it and he bit my bottom lip hard. A strangled noise of surprise escaped my throat and I was sure I felt Josh grin around our wrestling tongues. I decided to play along.
I kissed him back intensely and gripped his waist tightly, pulling him into me. I felt him pressing into my jeans. I groaned when I felt how hard and wet he already was. He whimpered back, thrusting against me.
"God, Drake," Josh huffed, moving his mouth to my neck, "It's been so long." I stifled a moan and tried to sound confident. Even though I had had the same, desperate thought only hours ago, I didn't want to sound weak.
"It's only been a couple of days, Josh," I panted, clutching to his back as he sucked on my collar bone. I felt his hands slip into my back pockets. He pulled me closer, our chests pressed together. Taut muscles flexed and moved under soft skin as Josh breathed, his torso moving against mine.
"It felt like so much longer," Josh said. I felt his voice vibrate and goose bumps raced across my skin.
Suddenly, Josh's arms tensed around me. I felt the floor disappear from under my feet and I was lifted into the air.
"Josh?! What are you doing?" I asked, gripping his shoulders for balance. Josh wobbled at first, but after steadying himself, he stepped out of his boxers and carried me across the room, my legs loosely wrapped around his waist. Then abruptly, he tossed me on the couch.
He pounced back on me immediately and removed my belt like an expert. He yanked off my jeans and tossed them behind him. They hit a lamp and pulled it off the table. The cloth cover fell from it and the light bulb shattered on the floor. Josh didn't so much as flinch or glance over his shoulder. I stared wide-eyed at him.
'I don't think I've ever seen Josh so… horny before!' I thought for a moment. Then Josh ran his fingers across my hard on and all other feelings disappeared. I moaned and arched into his touch, begging for more friction.
"Uhhh!" I muttered, my eyes fluttering closed. Colors exploded across my eyelids as Josh moved his hands, lips, and tongue all over my erection. For a while all I heard was skin shifting against skin and short choppy breath, but then Josh let out a low grunt.
"Ever since that first time… oh god… ever since then I've been thinking about this," I looked down at Josh and saw that he was now touching himself as well. God, I almost came right then and there.
"That first time, when we had to be quiet, but… even back then the truth was… I always wanted to hear your voice," Josh looked up at me for a moment, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. Then he abruptly took me in his mouth. I threw my head back and groaned, my legs shaking.
"Nnnh!" I squeaked in a surprisingly high voice. I tried to rock my hips into Josh's mouth, but he held me down with a fierce grip.
"God, Drake, please!" Josh cried. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. He stroked himself quicker, pre cum sliding down his fingers. "Say something Drake, please." He increased his pace on the both of us and I did just that.
"Josh! Ooooh fuck, Josh!" I grit my together and whimpered loudly. This was mind blowing. Absolutely amazing. Mental note: maybe I should hold out on Josh more often. This was totally worth the day and a half I wasn't with him. Not that I hoped he would be hospitalized again anytime soon, but damn. This felt soooooo good! I looked down at him and reached out my hand. I stroked his curly black hair and murmured complements to him while he did things to me that felt good enough to be illegal.
Then for the first time in my life, I wished I had a thesaurus. I had never been so good with big words, but right then and there I wanted to know a few. Just so I could tell Josh how awesome he was in a more impressive way. After all, phrases like 'amazing' and 'that feels so good' lose their strength after a while. Because this right here, this moment with Josh, was so much more than just amazing.
Josh POV
I've always been a fairly reserved person. Quiet and inconspicuous. Always gets his work done and never causes a fuss. Yep, that's me: Josh 'Goody Two Shoes' Nichols.
I had no idea that I was a closet pervert.
In general, teenage boys are dirty minded enough on their own. I'd done my fair share of skirt chasing. I wasn't totally oblivious. I'd done enough things with Mindy to know what being turned on felt like, what doing it felt like. I wasn't a virgin (all though just barely.)
But this… this was so different.
Watching Drake writhe under my touch, hearing him beg, compliment, and say he loved me… I felt like I was losing my mind. My whole body was on fire and I could feel sweat beading on my skin. I said things that I never had before without so much as a flinch or second thought. My lungs were burning and I felt so out of breath. And the whole time, I got to watch Drake. It was magical.
His chest bobbed up and down rapidly, muscles contracting. I heard his toes crack as he curled them. I watched his lips curve into different, delirious shapes. All the vowels: A E I O U but not why. Our love for each other was the answer, the reason why, and the start of it all.
Then suddenly, something in me changed. I knew I had to have Drake more than ever before. Yes, I obviously had him under me, in my hands, in my heart… but this wasn't the same want. This passionate need that was pulsing through my veins made me want to do something I was afraid Drake would refuse. I tried to reason with myself. This probably wasn't the right time, what with my just being out of the hospital and the impending doom of school. For me anyway.
I had no doubt that Cindy would make my life hell until I graduated. I knew all I would have to look forward to in the future would be the final bell that would let me out of school. Let me return to the safe haven of home to be with Drake. And it was all because of one bitchy girl. The first person I had ever completely and truly hated, loathed, despised.
In a way though, it was Cindy who pushed me over the edge. I wanted something she would never have and I knew that as long as I did have it I would be able to hold my head up high and return to the halls of Belleview High. I wanted to be selfish but was too afraid to ask before. She gave me the courage I needed and, in some twisted way, I was thankful that I had run into her that morning. I knew now that I could say, out loud, the thing I wanted, craved the most.
I paused in my movements for a moment and I looked at Drake with confidence and fear, then at the thought of tomorrow at school, happiness and sorrow. Drake looked up at me, puzzlement in those hazy, heavy lidded eyes.
"Drake, I love you, more than anything," I said, fire burning in my eyes. Drake fidgeted slightly, pain setting in now that he was unattended to, but he saw the seriousness in my eyes and waited. For me.
With one last swallow, the nervousness faded and I opened my mouth.
"I want to make love to you."
Then, anxiety rushed back over me like a wave. I watched Drake's eyes snap into focus and his mouth hang open slightly. I realized how cheesy I had probably sounded, saying 'make love' instead of 'do you' or 'have sex' or even 'fuck you'. I knew that there had probably been a million, other, sexier ways to ask him, but I also knew that that wasn't me. I wanted it to be special. I wanted him to only think of me and not be reminded of some other time in some other place with someone else. Even if being with me came with cheesy, emotional lines and awkwardly executed propositions. That's just what I was: different. I watched Drake look away sheepishly, his eyes moving over the patterns in the couch.
"Well… I've never have made love before…" This time it was my turn to wait as he glanced up at me. I cocked my head to the side a little and silently urged him to continue. "What I mean is, uh…" Drake said, taking in my confusion, "for me, love and sex has always been… well it was never really… I mean those two things have always been-"
"Separate?" I supplied quietly.
"Yeah! Yeah, so… It's always been just sex for me. I've never had love together with it so… I guess you could say this is a first for me… God I haven't said that since…" Drake smartly ended his thought, not wanting to admit to how young he had been during his first time. "Well, you get my point, right?"
"So what are you saying?" I asked. Even though I enjoyed seeing this flustered side of Drake, a rare occurrence, mind you, I still wanted to know. My nerves were killing me.
"… I'm saying yes." After a brief pause Drake answered and looked up at me with the sureness that I had hoped for. I immediately began to pleasure him again.
I kept my hand wrapped around his cock a little less intensely while my mouth started over at the top of Drake's body, beginning with his lips. I hummed into the kiss, being warm and tender. I moved down his neck and to his collarbone. Then, upon reaching his chest, the absence of breasts reminded me that this was one thing I knew more about than Drake. Making love that is.
I had done this with Mindy. We had been in love at the time and I learned a lot when we had sex. When we took each other's virginity. I learned to be loving and kind, to resist my animal instincts, to go slow. I learned to tell her that it was all right and kiss the tears away, because I knew I had hurt her, more than she would ever admit. I knew Drake would hurt too, but I hoped, prayed, that if we passed this first hurdle then we could keep going, get better at it, and enjoy ourselves without the ominous fear of inflicting pain on one another.
Then, with my unoccupied hand, I slowly began to enter him, using only one finger first. I heard him sputter awkwardly. It was so unlike all the other appreciative moans and gasps he made. I could practically feel the discomfort he must've felt. But I kept going. I knew that if I hesitated or stopped now, it would all be over. I worked him slowly, moving further in.
'He'll say something if he wants me to stop, he'll say something,' I thought to myself, trying to fight the urge to stop. I held my breath as I entered another finger. I felt a shiver pass through Drake and then, something else. I also felt his cock stiffen even more in my grasp. This gave me hope, and I introduced another finger.
"J-Josh," Drake stuttered, breathing heavy. Fear blossomed in the pit of my stomach.
"What is it, Drake?" I asked quietly, not stopping my pace.
"It… it feels good. Weird and different but good. Mmmn! I… I think I'm ready."
I felt my heart thud in my chest, a relieved smile spreading across my lips. I nodded, whispering thank yous and promises to be gentle. After a few more moments of working him, I pulled my fingers away and lined myself up.
"Are you ready?" I asked, looking into Drakes eyes. He looked up at me, and a whole lifetime of thoughts and emotions passed between us. I could practically feel his soul and mine intermingling.
"Yes," he said with a lopsided smile. That was all the permission I needed.
I slowly pushed in. I felt Drake tense around me and saw his fist clench tightly. He winched but tried to keep his breathing even. I laced my hand in his and bit back all the new sensations assaulting me.
"It's okay, Drake, it's okay. Just relax." I leaned in to kiss his lips and consequentially, entered the rest of the way. I moaned unexpectedly into his mouth. My mind reeled as I felt him pulse around me. There were parts about it that were so much like Drake's mouth, but now it was all around my member. Hot and soft and spectacular. I shuddered as I tried to keep still instead of thrusting into him wildly like I wanted to. I wanted to wait for Drake to be ready.
Suddenly, Drake wrapped his thighs around my waist and pulled me in deeper than I thought possible. A groan rumble deep in my throat, and I opened my eyelids, heavy with arousal.
"I'm ready, Josh. I trust you," Drake whispered into my ear. I let out a breath that I had been holding for dear life. I slowly left him and then thrust back down as gently as I could manage. I continued on and my pace quickened. In and out, in and out. Nonsensical noises escaped my mouth as I when, loosing myself. After a while I heard Drake moan with me as I hit that 'spot' he begged me to hit again. I willingly obliged.
Faster and faster; deeper and hotter. Even after Drake came, making our stomachs sticky and slick all at once, he clung tightly to me, telling me to finish.
I closed my eyes and my brain took me to all the things I loved while my orgasm mounted closer and closer until release. In between millions of swirling colors I saw the game sphere, a first place science fair ribbon, Christmas mornings, shrimp, lazy fingers plucking at guitar strings, straight A's, birthday cakes, strawberries covered in whipped cream, and Drake, Drake, Drake.
With one final thrust I came. I panted heavily over Drake, my arms shaking. I pulled out of him and collapsed on his chest, trembles still pulsing through me. I wondered briefly if being gay was really wrong, that our bodies were built to be heterosexual, why was it that I could reach Drake's prostate and make him feel as good as any woman could?
"Is it possible to love someone this much?" Drake asked, his question vibrating through his chest to my ear. I smiled into his skin, and placed a soft kiss on his ribs.
"That's my line," I replied looking up at him. He smiled down at me and petted my hair.
"Just remember, it's my turn next time." A thousand watt smile broke across my face and I laughed. Warmth spread through my chest. I didn't care any more if tomorrow at school would be horrible, or if I was harassed until I went to an out of state college. Drake was here and that was all that mattered. As long as it was him that I could come home to, I was invincible.
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Hooray! Love!
But they better hurry and clean up before any stains set in the couch. Imagine that conversation to their parents. Awkward!
Hope you enjoyed the lovey dovey fluff, but the whole Cindy problem still has to be resolved. This story is only a couple chapters away from its close.
Please R&R and enjoy :)
